The Wistful Mirror

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The blade stuck in the stone, and I pulled it out with a grunt that tore at my throat. The hilt was slick with sweat and the cold, gray grit of the pass. I checked the edge against the inside of my forearm; the steel held true, a thin line of light. Beside me, Thorne spat into the dust, his left leg dragging, the bandage already black with dried blood. We had walked for three days to reach the...

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